Keep Doin' That Lyrics - Singles - Rick Ross

This is for my rich bitches 

Her puppy named Panamera 

Her puppy named Panamera 

She got a condo in the area 

Rich bitch 

Uh, yeah 

She stay at her friend's and all these bitches is bad 

Watch them lick on each other, I'm talkin' pussy to ass 

Dope boy still at large, trackin' device on her car 

Tattoos on her arm, Double M diamond charms 

Chanel bag on her hip, Hermès bracelets and things 

Let her fuck Meek Mill, told her keep chasin' her dreams 

Get the Lexus to flip, purple Texas to sip 

She make it rain like a nigga, we got more money to get 

Rich bitch, call her rich bitch 

Cause she fuck with dope boys and can suck a good dick 

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Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money 

Girl, you doin' somethin' to me 

Hell yeah, keep doin' that 

Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that, keep doin' that 

Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that 

I be feastin' on Tinder, she take just like peaches 

Diamond-studded La Perla, that pussy's prestigious 

Yeah, she remind me of somethin' but that shit ain't my Jeep 

Matchin' Bugattis, Versace sheets when we freak 

She be movin' that dough, quarter mil on her wrist 

Why you niggas be slippin'? This bitch is fuckin' your bitch 

Saks fifth pop tags, neiman I pop tags 

Crocodile, python, that's a zoo on her bag 

She on the phone makin' deals, we gettin' them checks 

My Penelope Cruz, I let her meet my connects 

I fuck her all on the marble, yeah, that girl is a freak 

She like comin' in mornin', she's the female me 

Photos 

Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money 

Girl, you doin' somethin' to me 

Hell yeah, keep doin' that 

Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that, keep doin' that 

Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that 

Room service for weeks, a dozel towel on the beach 

She only wear panties once, then pass it down to her niece 

Let's go shoppin' at Boca, sixty stuffed in the sofa 

Can't be tweetin' locations, she postin' pics from her yoga 

Never party with locals, niggas with them was moguls 

VIP with dope boys, the DJ shout out to Sosa 

Valet park in the Wraith, cocaine all on her face 

Her Rolex icy as mine, throw up my gang sign 

We goin' bottle for bottle, Belaire Rose to the Brut 

Rich bitch is her name and she Chanel to the boot 

Uh, I be droppin' so much, nigga 

My bitch shoppin' so much, nigga 

Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money 

Girl, you doin' somethin' to me 

Hell yeah, keep doin' that 

Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that, keep doin' that 

Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that